The leopard sello roared angrily, and knock all the penguins off their feet with its strong tail. The sello gazed around its prey, and its eyes landed on young Private. It picked up Private with its teeth, and smashed him against the muro of ice.
With Private stunned, the sello pinned him to the wall. Private gave Skipper a look, a certain look that was full of all sorts of indescribable emotions. Skipper looked back at him, as the sello opened its deadly jaws, and went in for the kill.
“NOT MY SON, tu B****!” Skipper yelled as he jumped on the head of the seal. The sello stopped trying to kill Private, and instead shook its head roughly to get Skipper off. Skipper had no weapons, so he pulled on the seal’s small ears, which, to his surprise, made the sello back up. He used the ears as reins, and pulled it to where he knew there would be ocean.
“Skipper!” the others yelled. Skipper replied in a rushed yell, “GET INSIDE THE CAVE! NOW!” The three looked at each other, and followed Skipper to where he wouldn’t see that they disobeyed his orders.
They followed Skipper and the sello to the edge of the ocean, where there was a colony of penguins. Skipper jumped off it and quickly tobogganed into the water. All the penguins that were fishing quickly jumped out of the water at the sight of the seal.
Skipper’s instincts kicked in as he turned his head around and saw the sello right on his tail. He flapped his flippers as hard as possible towards the surface and began hopping in and out of the water, side to side, to confuse the leopard seal.
Some penguins were cheering him on, and others had their eyes covered. They all watched as Skipper stopped, looked around, and when he looked down, he saw the sello with his jaws gaping wide, ready to take a bite. Before Skipper could move, he was being bitten por the seal. The sello jumped out the water, with Skipper in his mouth, trying to escape its jaws.
All of the penguins screamed, but the loudest came from Private, Kowalski, and Rico. When the sello went back underwater, Private jumped in, much to the other penguins’ yelling. Skipper, who was struggling in the mouth of the leopard seal, saw Private, he gestured for Private to get out.
Private ignored this and began punching the predator as hard as he could (underwater anyway). The sello stared at Private in the corner of his eye, and somehow managed to get them both in its mouth. It tossed them both high up into the air.
Everyone was screaming at the sight. At the last moment, Skipper moved Private on the topside of the two, so Skipper would take the full blow of the water. When they met liquid, the impact caused Skipper to become unconscious.
Private heaved Skipper onto land, where Kowalski and Rico were helping them, but they were all trembling in fear. Skipper awoke suddenly, and he was the only one who saw the sello slowly emerge from the water and onto land.
He got up, bleeding, and yelled at everybody, “Get back! Run!” All of the penguins ran and hid behind a boulder of ice. Well, all except Skipper, Kowalski, Private, and Rico.
They got in fighting stance, and Skipper yelled, “You don’t have the guts to take us all on, do you?”
The sello got madder and licked its lips hungrily. It pushed itself quickly toward the quartet, and knocked them off their small feet. “Apparently it does!” Kowalski yelled.
They all jumped up, but the sello had one target: Skipper. It slid towards them and used gravity to push Skipper onto its nose. Skipper held on for dear life, not wanting to be crushed por its huge body.
The sello smashed Skipper against a muro of ice, and Skipper swore he heard every one of his ribs crack like a roaring fire.
The sello was about to use its death bite on the penguin, when it got hit in the back of the head por a snowball. It growled and let go of Skipper. Kowalski and Rico began running to Skipper, who was groaning in agony on the tundra, but the sello growled fiercely and glared at them.
They stopped, but Private threw another snowball, which hit the sello in the face. The seal, which was slightly injured and exhausted, heard the ice crack, and slid away quickly. The penguins jumped out of the way, but Skipper was immobile. Private, Rico, and Kowalski glared at the seal, which roared at them furiously. It accepted defeat when the three got in battle mode, and slid into the water.
They were about to start running to their leader, but the ice cracked more, and it began to fall. A stranger penguin, taller than Skipper, about Rico’s height, slid in and yanked Skipper out of the way just before the ice collapsed on the spot where Skipper was just lying.
Kowalski, Private, and Rico tobogganed over to the stranger pingüino, pingüino de that just saved Skipper’s life. He and Skipper were talking quietly, with the pingüino, pingüino de on his knees to hear Skipper better when they made it over there.
The pingüino, pingüino de stood up, and introduced himself, “Hello, gentlemen. I’m Daniel, a past friend of Skipper. I’m not sure if you’ve hear of me.”
The three introduced themselves quickly and rushed to Skipper’s side. Skipper was moaning in agony, and Daniel said, “Nice meeting you, and nice seeing tu again Skipper, though not at the best time. I hope to see tu again in the near future. Bye.” Daniel waddled away back towards the colony.
Rico hacked up bandages, and he applied them to Skipper’s torso to keep his ribs immobile. Kowalski dicho quietly, “We have to get back to New York. Skipper needs más intensive care than a bandage.”
With Private stunned, the sello pinned him to the wall. Private gave Skipper a look, a certain look that was full of all sorts of indescribable emotions. Skipper looked back at him, as the sello opened its deadly jaws, and went in for the kill.
“NOT MY SON, tu B****!” Skipper yelled as he jumped on the head of the seal. The sello stopped trying to kill Private, and instead shook its head roughly to get Skipper off. Skipper had no weapons, so he pulled on the seal’s small ears, which, to his surprise, made the sello back up. He used the ears as reins, and pulled it to where he knew there would be ocean.
“Skipper!” the others yelled. Skipper replied in a rushed yell, “GET INSIDE THE CAVE! NOW!” The three looked at each other, and followed Skipper to where he wouldn’t see that they disobeyed his orders.
They followed Skipper and the sello to the edge of the ocean, where there was a colony of penguins. Skipper jumped off it and quickly tobogganed into the water. All the penguins that were fishing quickly jumped out of the water at the sight of the seal.
Skipper’s instincts kicked in as he turned his head around and saw the sello right on his tail. He flapped his flippers as hard as possible towards the surface and began hopping in and out of the water, side to side, to confuse the leopard seal.
Some penguins were cheering him on, and others had their eyes covered. They all watched as Skipper stopped, looked around, and when he looked down, he saw the sello with his jaws gaping wide, ready to take a bite. Before Skipper could move, he was being bitten por the seal. The sello jumped out the water, with Skipper in his mouth, trying to escape its jaws.
All of the penguins screamed, but the loudest came from Private, Kowalski, and Rico. When the sello went back underwater, Private jumped in, much to the other penguins’ yelling. Skipper, who was struggling in the mouth of the leopard seal, saw Private, he gestured for Private to get out.
Private ignored this and began punching the predator as hard as he could (underwater anyway). The sello stared at Private in the corner of his eye, and somehow managed to get them both in its mouth. It tossed them both high up into the air.
Everyone was screaming at the sight. At the last moment, Skipper moved Private on the topside of the two, so Skipper would take the full blow of the water. When they met liquid, the impact caused Skipper to become unconscious.
Private heaved Skipper onto land, where Kowalski and Rico were helping them, but they were all trembling in fear. Skipper awoke suddenly, and he was the only one who saw the sello slowly emerge from the water and onto land.
He got up, bleeding, and yelled at everybody, “Get back! Run!” All of the penguins ran and hid behind a boulder of ice. Well, all except Skipper, Kowalski, Private, and Rico.
They got in fighting stance, and Skipper yelled, “You don’t have the guts to take us all on, do you?”
The sello got madder and licked its lips hungrily. It pushed itself quickly toward the quartet, and knocked them off their small feet. “Apparently it does!” Kowalski yelled.
They all jumped up, but the sello had one target: Skipper. It slid towards them and used gravity to push Skipper onto its nose. Skipper held on for dear life, not wanting to be crushed por its huge body.
The sello smashed Skipper against a muro of ice, and Skipper swore he heard every one of his ribs crack like a roaring fire.
The sello was about to use its death bite on the penguin, when it got hit in the back of the head por a snowball. It growled and let go of Skipper. Kowalski and Rico began running to Skipper, who was groaning in agony on the tundra, but the sello growled fiercely and glared at them.
They stopped, but Private threw another snowball, which hit the sello in the face. The seal, which was slightly injured and exhausted, heard the ice crack, and slid away quickly. The penguins jumped out of the way, but Skipper was immobile. Private, Rico, and Kowalski glared at the seal, which roared at them furiously. It accepted defeat when the three got in battle mode, and slid into the water.
They were about to start running to their leader, but the ice cracked more, and it began to fall. A stranger penguin, taller than Skipper, about Rico’s height, slid in and yanked Skipper out of the way just before the ice collapsed on the spot where Skipper was just lying.
Kowalski, Private, and Rico tobogganed over to the stranger pingüino, pingüino de that just saved Skipper’s life. He and Skipper were talking quietly, with the pingüino, pingüino de on his knees to hear Skipper better when they made it over there.
The pingüino, pingüino de stood up, and introduced himself, “Hello, gentlemen. I’m Daniel, a past friend of Skipper. I’m not sure if you’ve hear of me.”
The three introduced themselves quickly and rushed to Skipper’s side. Skipper was moaning in agony, and Daniel said, “Nice meeting you, and nice seeing tu again Skipper, though not at the best time. I hope to see tu again in the near future. Bye.” Daniel waddled away back towards the colony.
Rico hacked up bandages, and he applied them to Skipper’s torso to keep his ribs immobile. Kowalski dicho quietly, “We have to get back to New York. Skipper needs más intensive care than a bandage.”
This is my first fan fiction. Hope tu enjoy it! Oh, and if tu were wondering, this story is told from Johnson's point of view.
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my inicial could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt o a grocery store. Still, the only good comida I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The muro belonged to the Central Park Zoo!
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my inicial could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt o a grocery store. Still, the only good comida I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The muro belonged to the Central Park Zoo!
